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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Lalann to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.