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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.