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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Television,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.