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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 CMW to the rock 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.