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 Belarus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Order. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.