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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.