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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.