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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.