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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.