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 Slovenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.