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 Laos and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.