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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.