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 Zambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.