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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.