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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
CMW,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.