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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Angels of Light to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
UT,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.