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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the rock 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.