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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.