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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.