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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.