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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.