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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Tres Demented to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.