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 Ecuador 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.