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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Can,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.