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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Visage 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.