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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.