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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.