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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Suicide to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.