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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Pole to the grime 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
ABBA,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.