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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Stooges to the crunk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Organ,
The Motions,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.