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 Iran and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.