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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Television,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.