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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.