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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.