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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Saints to the grunge 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
X-102,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.