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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the techno 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.