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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Index to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.