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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Crime,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.