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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.