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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.