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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.