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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Flesh Eaters to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Nas,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.