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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.