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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Smog,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.