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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.