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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Television to the jazz 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.