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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Toasters to the funk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.