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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.