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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.