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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.