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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.