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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
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 Dual Sessions to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.