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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.