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 Colombia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.