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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.