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 Greece and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the rap 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.