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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.