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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.