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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Franke,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.