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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.