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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the crunk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Faust,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.