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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.