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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Saints to the rock 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.