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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Dual Sessions to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.