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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.