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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.