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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the dance 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.