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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.