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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 the Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.