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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
the Association,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Magma,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Darondo,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.