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 Chad and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Pole,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.