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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Magma,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
MC5,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.