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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.