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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.