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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Neon Judgement 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
PIL,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.