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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Scrapy to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.