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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Wire,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.