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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.