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 Moldova and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.