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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.