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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.