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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 clarinet 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 Connie Case to the crunk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.