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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
X-102,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.