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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 the Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.