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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Magma,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.