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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Chrome to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Brick,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.