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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.