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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.