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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Association to the punk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.