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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Selecter to the grunge 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.