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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the rap 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.