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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.