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 Panama and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.