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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Suburban Knight to the grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
The Move,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Japan,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.