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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
The Busters,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.