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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Nas,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.