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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.