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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Faust,
Cymande,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.