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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.