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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.