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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.