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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.