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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Deakin to the rap 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.