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 Hungary and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 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 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.