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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Crime,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.