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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.