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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.