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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.