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 El Salvador and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.