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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.