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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.