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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.