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 Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Doors to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs 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?
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Swans,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.