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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Index,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.