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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.