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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.