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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.