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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw 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?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Gong,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.