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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Mandrill to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.