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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.