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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.