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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.