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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Wire 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 electroclash 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.