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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Searchers to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.