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 Israel and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Public Enemy to the punk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.