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 Romania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.