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 Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.