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 India and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.