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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.