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 Chile and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.