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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Smog,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.