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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.