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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.