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 Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Magazine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Visage,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.