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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.