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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Symarip to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Pagans,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.