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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.