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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.