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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.