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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.