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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.