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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.