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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.