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 Thailand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.