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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.