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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.