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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.