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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.