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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.