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 Malta and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Stiv Bators to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.