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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the funk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.