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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.