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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.