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 Argentina and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.