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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.