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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Japan,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.