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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.