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 Syria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Negative Approach 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.