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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.