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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.