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 San Marino 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.