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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.