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 Rwanda 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
the Slits,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.