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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Can to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.