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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.