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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.