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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.