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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.