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 Jordan 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.