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 Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.