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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.