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 Monaco 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.