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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Technova,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
PIL,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.