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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 June Days to the funk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome 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?
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.