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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
The Move,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.