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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.