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 Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Residents to the punk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
10cc,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.