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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.