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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.