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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 & Gordon to the punk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Jandek,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.