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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.