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 Portugal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.