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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.