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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.