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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.