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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Chrome,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.