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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.