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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Monks,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.