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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
The Smiths,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Nico,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.