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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.