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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.