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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.