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 Tuvalu 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.