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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Massinfluence to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.