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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Fear to the dance 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.