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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.