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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 The Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.