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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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?
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.