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 Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toasters to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Visage,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Technova,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.