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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.