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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.