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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Goldenarms to the funk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.