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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.