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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.