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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Wire,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Fear,
Symarip,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.