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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.