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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.