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 Albania and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.