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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.