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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.