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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.