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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 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?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.