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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
The Standells,
The Names,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.