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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.