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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.