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 Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.