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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.