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 India and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.