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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.