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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.