Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.