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 Italy and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.