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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.