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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.