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 Armenia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Buzzcocks to the rap 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
UT,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.