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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.