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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.