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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.