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 Israel and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
UT,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.