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 Benin and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.