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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Von Mondo to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.