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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Motorama to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.