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 France and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.