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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
UT,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.