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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Pagans,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.