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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the electroclash 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.