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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.