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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.