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 China and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 synthesizer 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 The Saints to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Visage,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.