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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Litter,
Index,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.