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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.