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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.