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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.