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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Nico,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.