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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented 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?
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.