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 Solomon Islands 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
JFA,
The Move,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Pylon,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.