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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.