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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 mellotron 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
PIL,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.