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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.