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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.