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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.