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 Congo 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 David McCallum 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.