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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.