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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.