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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.