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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nico to the techno 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.