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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.