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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.