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 Gambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Searchers to the rock 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.