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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.