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 Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.