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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.