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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Monks,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.