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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
The Standells,
Main Source,
the Association,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Q65,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.