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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.