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 Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.