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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.