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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.