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 Egypt and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.