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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.