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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.