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 Spain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.