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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Television,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.