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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Wire to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.