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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.