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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
MC5,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.