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 Finland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango 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?
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.