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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.