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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.