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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.