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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 spring reverb 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 The Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.