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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.