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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Amon Düül to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.