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 Algeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Yaz,
New Order,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.