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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.