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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.