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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Swans,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.