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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Can,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.