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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.