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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.