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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Easy Going to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.