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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.