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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '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 The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
the Normal,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.