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 Namibia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the electroclash 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.