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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.