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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.