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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the crunk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.