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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 John Cale to the grunge 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.