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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.