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 Mali 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.