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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.