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 Korea South and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.