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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.