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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.