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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
X-102,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.