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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Audionom to the dance 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.