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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '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 Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.