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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.