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 Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.