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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.