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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Nico,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.