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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.