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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.