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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
DNA,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.