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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.