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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Smog,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.