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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Nico,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.