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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.