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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 The Mojo Men to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.