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 Bhutan 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.