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 Zambia and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.