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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.