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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.