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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.