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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 linndrum 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.