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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.