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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.