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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.