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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.