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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 MC5 to the rap 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
The Move,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
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.