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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Fear,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.