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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.