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 Slovenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
AZ,
The Martian,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.