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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.