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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Smiths,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.