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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.