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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.