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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 Lyon and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '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 the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.