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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.