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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the funk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.