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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Faust,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.