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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
the Human League,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.