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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.