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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.