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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the punk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.