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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.