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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.