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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.