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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Smog,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Index,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.