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 Bhutan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
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 spring reverb 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.