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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
The Motions,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.