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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Inner City to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Television,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.