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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 organ 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 The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Smog,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.