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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.