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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the grunge 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.