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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Cameo to the punk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.