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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.