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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.