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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Buzzcocks to the punk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.