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 Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.