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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 arpeggiator 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 Tom Boy to the dance 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
The Martian,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.