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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.