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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Erasure,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.