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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.