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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 spring reverb 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.