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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.