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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Faust to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.