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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the funk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.