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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Monolake,
The Names,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.