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 New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.