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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.