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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.