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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.