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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.