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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.