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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 oboe 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.