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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.