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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.