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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.