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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deakin to the disco 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.