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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Pussy Galore 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.