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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.