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 Canada and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Adolescents to the techno 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
10cc,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.