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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Franke,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.