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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 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 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.