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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Scion,
The Index,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.