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 Moldova and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Anakelly to the dance 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.