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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.