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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.