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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.