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 France 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.