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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Germs to the rap 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Index,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.