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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
X-101,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.