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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.