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 Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.