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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.