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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.