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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Motorama,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.