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 Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.