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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the rock 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.