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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Cymande 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.