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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Birthday Party to the techno 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Brick,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.