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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deepchord to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.