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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.