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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.