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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.