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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.