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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.