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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.