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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
World's Most,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.