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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Crime,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.