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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.