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 Vanuatu 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fall to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Rakim,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.