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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.