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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Television,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.