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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.