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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.