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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.