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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Buzzcocks to the dance 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.