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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.