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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Whodini to the rock 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.