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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Smog,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.