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 Venezuela 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.