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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Scion,
MC5,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.