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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.