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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.