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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Smog,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.