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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.