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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.