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 Iceland and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.