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 Bolivia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.