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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Aswad to the disco 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.