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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Move to the grunge 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.