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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.