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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Cal Tjader to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.