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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.