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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the grime 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Rakim,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.