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 Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
The Sound,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.