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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.