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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.