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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.