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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
The Move,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.