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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.