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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Techniques to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.