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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the disco 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.