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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.