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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Durutti Column to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.