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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.