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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.