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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the grime 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
The Motions,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
JFA,
This Heat,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.