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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Magma,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.