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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Japan,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
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.