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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Goldenarms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.