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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.