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 Albania 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 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 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 Sister Nancy 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.