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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.