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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.