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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
World's Most,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.