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 Algeria and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
UT,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.