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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.