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 Andorra 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.