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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Organ,
MC5,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.