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 South Africa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Kayak,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.