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 Canada and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.