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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.