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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Subhumans to the punk 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C 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?
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.