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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Neu!,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.