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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.