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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Scion,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Unwound,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.