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 Canada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.