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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.