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 Libya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Ice-T to the disco 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.