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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.