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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.