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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Swans,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.