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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Mars,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.