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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.