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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Cameo,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.