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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Rekid,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.