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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.