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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Archie Shepp to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.