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 Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.