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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
MDC,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Nas,
cv313,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.