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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.