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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.