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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.