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 San Marino 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.