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 Togo and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Symarip,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.