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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Five Americans to the grunge 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Index,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.