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 Namibia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.