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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.