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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Goldenarms to the jazz 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Fear,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.