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 Guyana and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the grime 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.