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 Panama and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.