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 Uzbekistan 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 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 Barrington Levy to the punk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Television,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.