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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.