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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Television,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.