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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 London and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.