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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.