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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Lyres,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.