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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Quantec to the rap 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.