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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic 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 Names,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.