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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.