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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 the Swans 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.