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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.