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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.