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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Edmonton and Lyon.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the punk 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.