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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Lou Christie to the punk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Saints,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.