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 Sweden 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Porter Ricks to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.