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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Can,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.