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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.