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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.